Barbara Delinsky has enthralled millions of readers with her gripping, emotional, unforgettable fiction. In Rekindled, this New York Times bestselling author gives us two of her favorite early novels: Flip Side of Yesterday, in which a small romantic spark once briefly ignited is fanned a decade later into a roaring blaze; and Lilac Awakening, the poignant story of two lonely strangers whose relationship is renewed, strengthened, and surprisingly altered over the course of repeated visits to a secluded Vermont cabin. For the fans who have long cherished this author's passion and the endearing, richly human characters that have become her hallmark -- and for a new generation of readers who have yet to be touched by Barbara Delinsky's unique brand of literary magic -- here are stories that will wrap themselves around your heart and never let go.
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July 31, 2005
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Excerpt from Rekindled by Barbara Delinsky
The evening breeze was gentle, softly whispering Chl ... ooo ... eeeee . . ." as the long-legged vision in white whisked across the dusky lawn, her dark hair streaming behind her, and ran lithely up the broad stone steps.
"Chloe! There you are. I was beginning to worry." A man stepped from beneath the deep brick overhang and fell into easy step beside her as they passed through a large oak door into the high school and headed down a long corridor.
"I'm sorry, Howard, 'she said, meaning it. Howard Wolschinski was the state senator who had first sought her services. After three meetings, she had come to like him. "I'd hoped to be on the road by four, but, I swear, there was a conspiracy against me. First the phone, then my car.'
"Anything major with either?" he asked.
"No on both counts. But I didn't clear Little Compton until five, and by that time the rush hour traffic was horrid. I drove as fast as I could. I hope I haven't messed things up."
"You haven't. The meeting was called for seventhirty. You're only five minutes late. It's given thecrowd a chance to settle down. " He guided heraround a corner with a light hand at her elbowand began the climb as soon as they reached astaircase.
At the first landing, Chloe asked, "How's the turnout?"
He grinned sheepishly. "I only wish we did half as well at political rallies. This is a welcome change from apathy. The auditorium is packed. There must be several hundred people in there.'
Chloe was surprised and decidedly pleased. "Several hundred? Not bad for a county meeting in New Hampshire." She smiled, lowering her voice dramatically. "But which side are they on? Are they for us or agin'us?"
Her humor drifted unanswered into the stale schoolhouse air as Howard ushered her into the meeting hall, led her onto the stage, and gestured her into a seat. He took one by her side. As though on cue, the crowd silenced and the moderator began.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said in a voice made flat by its broad New England slant, "on behalf of my friends and, uh"-he cast an encompassing glance backward, then turned a cough into a snicker, bringing chuckles from the audience? adversaries here on the stage with me, I would like to thank you for coming tonight. It's a rare pleasure to see so many of you gathered at once. We realized that the issue of the Rye Beach Resort and Condominium Complex would stir a few of you to action, but we had no idea how many. I don't believe we've had a response like this since that talk of a state prison here a while back."